Mina started her day much like she had ended it -- on her back and staring at the ceiling.
Of course, different situations, like how there was currently light filtering in through the high up window in the small closet that was her "room" in the Inn. Back Water, it had been called, a place to change horses, and the only place for a meal between the Mage College and Kirkwall, it was home. And so when she woke, she thought about the evening, fingers snaking down between her thighs - a couple of men had stopped for the night, and she had bed hopped until nearly dawn, not much of a chance between them to clean herself up, nor to clean off some of the stickiness that clung to her abdomen and back, but that made it easier to finally bring herself to completion, stomach fluttering from being so close, so many times the night before, but not satisfied in the end.
Men liked their targets, and coming in a whore wasn't advised for just anyone, even if she was an elf, but that also meant that none of them had rode her the last few pumps to get her off, even as they had used their hand to jerk off on her skin. It was still enough of a thought to latch onto, fingers between her folds finally getting her there as she muffled the cry into the blanket that served as a pillow. She breathed hard as she came down off the high, her insides finally uncoiling from what had been too many hours of edging closed and then left wanting.
Rolling up to her side, fingers wiped on the fabric of her dress, she looked at the stack she had earned, and halved it, hiding her half away under the loose floorboard beneath her bed roll. There was where she kept her hoard, a few pieces of gold, a fair bit of silver, and a lot of coppers, all hers, all earned on her back, or bent over one of the tables and as a "show" for the evening - dress tossed aside, legs kicked apart and ass cheeks red from where they liked to smack as the four had taken turns while their "superior" watched - where she earned the gold pieces. Some men just liked to watch, and those are the ones that paid the best she had learned, a long time ago. For what ever reason they liked it, Mina didn't complain. Young, dumb men that rarely lasted a couple of pumps inside her, ones that she could coo for, moan loudly, and say that she needed more of them. She needed that group to come back through soon. That was one of the few nights that she had came several times over the course of the evening. That evening hadn't felt like work, not really.
And Mina enjoyed what she did, enjoyed that it made her money, enjoyed that it kept her well fed and with a roof over head, so it never felt like that much of a work. Sure, sometimes some of the men, and women (she wasn't picky) had a smell about them from the road, but she wasn't in place to complain. So when she finally rose from her bedroll and went about lighting the fires in the kitchen, she had already dropped off the owner's share of her take. 50/50, it was, between them. Until she paid back what she owed him for not outright turning her out into the wilds to die as a kid. She'd have paid that back long ago, if she really thought he would be okay on his own. The owner was older, ran the place since as long as she could remember, and there wasn't another mid-way between here and Kirkwall, so, no family she was aware of. He had told her her parents had dropped her there one day, nearly 25 years back, but who could tell. They had wandered off before she even knew she had lost them.
Money settled, she bathed, and then started to cook the mid-day meal. Anyone could be coming through any time soon, and it was around lunch time, which meant that the road would be busy. It also meant that there was a chance that Ruth would be coming back through this way. He did every couple of months, and that was a lay she never charged for after the first time. She never had to worry about getting off when it came to him, especially if he had that one human with him. She could imagine herself sandwiched between them, and she had to banish the thought because if she let it linger too long she'd have to find somewhere to hide until she could take care of herself once again. Focusing on the stew, she finally finished off the first large pot and then went to move it out into the main room. The few vendors on the road, and then the Owner and herself would need to eat soon, after all, and it was the calm before the evening hours, when she'd have to be ready to take beers around, and be fucked a few times, providing the coin was right.
And as expected, she heard hooves outside, a small grin on her face as she smoothed down the blue of the gauzy shift that left nothing to the imagination. Maybe some of her favorite lays would come through the door today, after all.
@[Ruth Yoesif]
Of course, different situations, like how there was currently light filtering in through the high up window in the small closet that was her "room" in the Inn. Back Water, it had been called, a place to change horses, and the only place for a meal between the Mage College and Kirkwall, it was home. And so when she woke, she thought about the evening, fingers snaking down between her thighs - a couple of men had stopped for the night, and she had bed hopped until nearly dawn, not much of a chance between them to clean herself up, nor to clean off some of the stickiness that clung to her abdomen and back, but that made it easier to finally bring herself to completion, stomach fluttering from being so close, so many times the night before, but not satisfied in the end.
Men liked their targets, and coming in a whore wasn't advised for just anyone, even if she was an elf, but that also meant that none of them had rode her the last few pumps to get her off, even as they had used their hand to jerk off on her skin. It was still enough of a thought to latch onto, fingers between her folds finally getting her there as she muffled the cry into the blanket that served as a pillow. She breathed hard as she came down off the high, her insides finally uncoiling from what had been too many hours of edging closed and then left wanting.
Rolling up to her side, fingers wiped on the fabric of her dress, she looked at the stack she had earned, and halved it, hiding her half away under the loose floorboard beneath her bed roll. There was where she kept her hoard, a few pieces of gold, a fair bit of silver, and a lot of coppers, all hers, all earned on her back, or bent over one of the tables and as a "show" for the evening - dress tossed aside, legs kicked apart and ass cheeks red from where they liked to smack as the four had taken turns while their "superior" watched - where she earned the gold pieces. Some men just liked to watch, and those are the ones that paid the best she had learned, a long time ago. For what ever reason they liked it, Mina didn't complain. Young, dumb men that rarely lasted a couple of pumps inside her, ones that she could coo for, moan loudly, and say that she needed more of them. She needed that group to come back through soon. That was one of the few nights that she had came several times over the course of the evening. That evening hadn't felt like work, not really.
And Mina enjoyed what she did, enjoyed that it made her money, enjoyed that it kept her well fed and with a roof over head, so it never felt like that much of a work. Sure, sometimes some of the men, and women (she wasn't picky) had a smell about them from the road, but she wasn't in place to complain. So when she finally rose from her bedroll and went about lighting the fires in the kitchen, she had already dropped off the owner's share of her take. 50/50, it was, between them. Until she paid back what she owed him for not outright turning her out into the wilds to die as a kid. She'd have paid that back long ago, if she really thought he would be okay on his own. The owner was older, ran the place since as long as she could remember, and there wasn't another mid-way between here and Kirkwall, so, no family she was aware of. He had told her her parents had dropped her there one day, nearly 25 years back, but who could tell. They had wandered off before she even knew she had lost them.
Money settled, she bathed, and then started to cook the mid-day meal. Anyone could be coming through any time soon, and it was around lunch time, which meant that the road would be busy. It also meant that there was a chance that Ruth would be coming back through this way. He did every couple of months, and that was a lay she never charged for after the first time. She never had to worry about getting off when it came to him, especially if he had that one human with him. She could imagine herself sandwiched between them, and she had to banish the thought because if she let it linger too long she'd have to find somewhere to hide until she could take care of herself once again. Focusing on the stew, she finally finished off the first large pot and then went to move it out into the main room. The few vendors on the road, and then the Owner and herself would need to eat soon, after all, and it was the calm before the evening hours, when she'd have to be ready to take beers around, and be fucked a few times, providing the coin was right.
And as expected, she heard hooves outside, a small grin on her face as she smoothed down the blue of the gauzy shift that left nothing to the imagination. Maybe some of her favorite lays would come through the door today, after all.
@[Ruth Yoesif]
01-23-2024, 08:58 PM
